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- "Expectation."
- Expectation.

The belief that something
will happen in the future.

Okay.

All right, use it
in a sentence.

For my birthday, my expectation
is to get a ton of video games.

Oh, nice try, mister.

- Can I walk the rest of the way by myself?
- Not today, Jimmy.

All the other kids
walk to school by themselves.

Please?
It's only a couple blocks.

All right, fine.

But be careful.

Awesome. Thanks, Mom.

I love you.

Hey, good luck
on your quiz!

Jimmy?

Jimmy?!

Jimmy?!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Things have changed
over the years.

Is that Erin Reagan?

Michael Davis.

- How are you?
- Alive.

I thought you made a point of
not coming to these reunions.

Well,

I figured the 20th
was mandatory, so...

Took you that long to get over
not being valedictorian, huh?

Oh, please.
You beat me by .01.

What are you up to these days?

Still lobbing off the heads
of the wicked

- down at 100 Centre Street?
- What are you,

still making sure
that the city's murderers

- have a cozy bed at Clinton?
- Hey,

as a public defender,
I give a voice to the underprivileged,

the people
your office runs over

with the freight train
of justice.

Well, I guess we all
have a job to do, right?

And only one of them really has
to do with justice, doesn't it?

You really want to
do this right now?

I'm just saying
your office seems to care more

about conviction rates
than doing the right thing.

Objection.

- Speculation.
- Not speculation.

I have a client
your office put away for life,

but he's innocent.

Well, maybe you
should pursue exoneration

instead of using your client
as a chip in a debate.

- You don't want to even know about him?
- Look,

I came down here to catch up
with old friends,

not rehash
whatever this may be,

so...

- It was nice seeing you.
- So typical.

The D.A.'s office will never
admit they got anything wrong.

Makes sense you ended up there.

Ty Williams.

Look him up.

You see a vehicle or anything
that might've taken him?

No. I turned back,

and he was just gone.

Maybe someone you passed
by on the sidewalk?

- Did you see anyone suspicious?
- No. Last night,

I got this text, though.

"Pay attention
or someone might get hurt."

Sent at 8:04 p.m.

Any idea who might've sent that?

No, none.
I thought it was a wrong number.

What about Jimmy's father...
Is he in the picture?

No, he passed away
seven months ago.

- Sorry.
- Sorry

to hear that.
We adopted Jimmy

when he was four.
I never thought

that I would raise
him on my own.

And it turns out
I'm not fit to.

Listen, this is not on you,
okay? This is on

whoever took Jimmy.

And we're gonna find
both of them.

Yeah. She was just standing
there, minding her own business,

and this guy comes
out of nowhere

and shoves her on
the subway tracks.

- And you went into action.
- Yes, ma'am.

My first thought was
to get the woman out of there,

but the guy was standing
in my way,

so I shoved him on the tracks,
jumped down,

secured the woman,
got her out of there,

then kept the pusher subdued

until the cops came.

Captain Chuck Phillips,
Brownsville native...

- Bushwick.
- A Bushwick native

- and a true local hero.
- Yeah.

Ah, any other Marine

would've done the same thing.

If you could ask
one thing from your city

as a thanks,
what would it be?

A meeting with the
commissioner of the NYPD.

That'd be it.

Ho or ah.
Ain't he something.

In a loose-cannon kind of way.

It was a movie,
Denzel plays him.

I may be in the minority here,

but I think meeting with him
is a bad idea.

And why is that?

For starters,
because his reckless actions

could've ended up getting
the three of them killed.

Well, also for starters,

he probably saved
that woman's life.

Luckily.

Heroically.

Okay, but be warned.

He wants something.

Yeah, to meet the
PC. He said that.

Okay, have at it.

He's a United States
Marine captain

who saved a citizen's life.

I'd just like to shake his hand.

- It's that simple.
- You speak to her

- like that one more time,
- That's it.

You and I are gonna
have a problem

- if you talk to me like that.
- Why you got to be

such a bitch about it?

What the hell did you call me?

- You heard me.
- What did you call me?!

Oh!

- Huh?!
- Whoa, hey. Hey.

- Whoa, hey, watch it.
- Whoa, what's this... - Huh?!

- You are crazy, you know that?!
- What's this about?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What the hell is this about, Sergeant?

- This is personal, Sergeant.
- Back up.

Back up.
Not anymore, it's not.

Officer Berner and I had to work
out a little misunderstanding,

- huh?
- Screw you.

Hey, hey, hey.
It's over.

I just watched you
assault another officer.

I hope you have a good
explanation, Sergeant.

All due respect,
stay the hell out of it.

*BLUE BLOODS*
Season 12 Episode 18

Episode Title: "Long Lost"
Aired on: April 08, 2022.

Hey. I got some 28s
for you to sign.

Oh, thanks.
Just put them anywhere.

Everything okay?

I just saw McNichols
punch Berner

in the parking lot out back.

- What? Why?
- I don't know.

Apparently, they stepped out
after their tours

to settle some kind of beef.

He must've had it coming.

Why do you say that?

She's a hard-ass,
but she doesn't give anyone

anything they don't deserve.

You can't report her.

It's not like I have
much of a choice.

I witnessed it firsthand.

She could lose her pension.

She's got 19
years on the job.

She should know better.

And they were in uniform.

What if a civilian saw?

Or a reporter?
It'd be on all the front pages.

But no one did see it, right?
Just you?

I can't let it slide.

Just give me the day.
I'll figure out what's going on.

- Eddie, I know you used to ride with her.
- Can you just trust me?

Give me till tomorrow.
Then you can

report her if you want.

She's a good cop
and a good boss, Jamie.

Please.

- All right.
- All right.

Did you give birth to a son
at New York Presbyterian

June 21, 2012?

I did. I gave him up
for adoption when he was four.

And have you seen
your son since?

No. Never.

And it was an open adoption,
right?

Did you ever reach out
to the adoptive parents?

No.
I never wanted to bother them.

Why are you asking?

Because the adoptive mom
received a threatening text

from your phone number,
that's why.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Well,

she received a threatening text,

and the next morning,
Jimmy was kidnapped.

- He was kidnapped?
- Yeah,

and you know something about it.
So why send the text?

I-I don't know. I didn't...

I didn't think
that he would do anything.

- Who wouldn't do anything?
- I was just trying to help.

I swear
I didn't know.

Who has Jimmy?

I think my ex, Tommy.

He was just released
from prison

after a six-year sentence.

He came here
looking for Jimmy.

- He didn't know that I'd given him up.
- Okay.

So, Tommy
is Jimmy's biological father?

- Yes.
- Why the hell

didn't you tell him that you'd
given Jimmy up for adoption?

Tommy and I
didn't have a good relationship.

We had a custody battle
over Jimmy,

and when he went to jail,
I got sole guardianship.

Did you tell him
where Jimmy was?

I showed him a photo.
That's all.

I-I thought he'd calm down
if he knew

- Jimmy was safe.
- What photo?

McCarren Elementary.

So, you gave up your son's

location and sent a cryptic text
instead of calling the cops?

I didn't think
that he would kidnap him.

Okay, where are they?

- I don't know.
- Stop wasting

our time. You got
to know something.

I swear, I don't know.

Williams was convicted

of murdering
his girlfriend Julia

about ten years ago.

Apparently, he hit her

with his car after finding out
she was pregnant

with another man's baby.

I hope you have more than that.

Lead prosecutor was a Dean Zora.

It was his last case
before he retired.

Between him and an
incompetent case detective,

this whole thing's
got more holes in it

than my lucky underwear.

Lovely. What kind of holes?

No other leads
were examined.

No one bothered to figure out
who the baby daddy was.

- So you think Michael's right?
- There's one other thing.

At his second parole hearing,
Williams reversed himself

and confessed to the murder.

Mr. Williams.

Your attorney here,
Mr. Davis, seems to think

my office got it wrong.

He thinks you're innocent.

I had nothing to do
with Julia's death.

I loved her.

But it was your car that
hit her, is that right?

I swear to you,
it wasn't me driving it.

To this day,

I don't know who that was,
but it wasn't me.

Well, that's not much of a case.

You've looked through
the details at this point.

My client is the victim
of a biased

and criminal justice system
and lazy prosecution.

There may have been
a lack of due diligence,

but that does not make
your client innocent.

Ms. Reagan,

from the bottom of my heart,
I didn't kill that woman.

She was the reason
I got up in the morning.

I'd have killed for her.

And what really gets me

is that whoever did this
is still out there.

Nice coaching.

He's being genuine.

Was he being genuine

when he confessed
to the murder?

I didn't have a choice.

Conscience finally get to you?

We tried for years

to have someone review my case.

No one would.

The only chance
that I had at parole

was to confess, express remorse

and wish for the best.

That was the only
chance that I had

at being with my family again.

And that's the God-honest truth.

You're Tommy Reinhart's P.O.,
is that right?

- Yeah. Something wrong?
- We have reason

to believe he may have been
involved in a kidnapping.

Tommy?
No way.

- Why no way?
- I know him.

We've met every day
since he got out.

- He wouldn't do something like that.
- Right.

'Cause it's not like
he has a felony

on his record or anything.

He sold cocaine and the judge
made an example of him.

That's hardly the same
as kidnapping.

But his ex-girlfriend
seems to think he's dangerous.

I'm telling you,
you couldn't be more wrong.

He got his GED in prison.

He taught other inmates.
The whole nine yards.

Okay.
Well, do you have any idea

where this saint is staying

- or hanging out?
- I'll do you one better.

He's my 10:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.

You really think
he's gonna show?

I know he will.

Good to know.

I heard you and Berner

got into it.

I'm gonna tell you
what I told your husband.

- It's none of your business.
- Come on, Sarge.

I want to make sure
you're okay.

I can take care of myself.

- Thank you.
- Clearly.

Okay.

When we were last
riding together,

you were getting out of a
pretty abusive relationship.

What's that got to do with this?

You tell me.

Nothing.

And that's
a hell of an assumption to make.

But I just don't think
that you would go off

and punch a fellow officer

if you didn't have
a damn good reason.

And I know what kind of guy
Berner can be.

Okay.

I guess I was wrong.

It's about my daughter.

She's the only girl

on the Mini Mites hockey team
that Berner coaches.

This is about a kids' hockey team?
No.

This is about
a misogynistic douche bag

who makes my daughter
ride the bench

even though she's better
than half the boys on the team.

Hell, she's got
the second-most goals

of anyone. That's with him
barely playing her.

Is that a reason
to break his nose?

I threw a punch, okay?
But the guy wouldn't let up,

and I don't want my daughter
following in my footsteps.

She wasn't even there.

You told her.

- Wow, that's some parenting.
- Hey, you raise

a daughter knowing how
to stand up to guys like that,

and then you come talk to me.

You're right.

I apologize.

Denzel's here, sir.

Let's have him.

Please.

Welcome.

Commissioner Reagan.

It's an honor.

Have a seat.

Semper fi.

First Lieutenant Reagan,
O-27648.

Thank you for your service,
Lieutenant.

You, as well, sir.

That was some quick thinking
back on that subway platform.

Three tours in Fallujah.

You're either quick
or you're dead.

So I've heard. My son Danny
served there back then.

Now he is a detective
first grade with the NYPD.

I'd love to meet him.

I'll set it up.

So...

New York isn't Fallujah.

It was an acceptable risk, sir.

A fellow citizen was in danger.

I couldn't just
stand by and watch.

Nor could you or your son Danny,

I imagine.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here.

Uh, I don't think
you requested this meeting

just to shake my hand.

My sense,

you'd like to join the NYPD.

That's some quick thinking
from that chair, sir.

Yes.

I'm ready to retire
from the Marines.

That Silver Star on your chest

said you did your duty
and then some.

My family is here in New York.

My home is here.

So, yes, I'm here
to ask for your help.

- I want to come work for you, sir.
- Well,

I thank you for that compliment.
But I turn 42 in a couple months,

which means I'm too old
to become a recruit,

even being former military.

I'm aware.

I was hoping that maybe
you could make an exception

to that rule.

That rule is actually a law,

which puts it out of my hands.

I'm sure you know how hard it is

for some Marines
to land back in civilian life.

I do.

My take is

you have all these skills

and nowhere to use them,

so you feel useless.

It's not like I'm
some out-of-shape old man here.

I can't imagine
the law was meant

to prevent me from joining up.

Not to toot my own horn.

Says the guy
playing the trombone.

If there's nothing you can do,
I understand.

I just wanted to...

come here and state my case.

It's a pleasure and an honor
to meet you, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

Hey. How you doing?

Hi. How can I help you?

Fifth of Finnerty's 12 year.
Up top.

Man knows what he wants.
Coming right up.

Man, this neighborhood
has changed.

Used to be
liquor stores around here

were fortified like pawnshops.

A change for the better, I hope.

I hope so, too.

You got another customer.

Oh. Let me know if you
need help finding anything.

Open the register!

Now!

- Hey, man. Hey. Hey, be cool.
- Give it up!

Right now!

Doing what you asked.
Doing what you asked.

Now! Come on!

Okay.

What's important?

Captain Phillips intervened

in a robbery at a liquor store
in Bushwick last night.

Shots fired.

No casualties except for
a couple of quarts of booze

that bled out at the scene.

What'd he do?

Perp pulled a gun.
Phillips nailed him with a bottle

and then sat on him
while the owner called 911.

And yes, the papers have it.

The owner pulled a gun? What?

No, the perp's gun discharged
in the take down.

But yes,
someone could've gotten killed.

But, thanks to Captain Phillips,
no one was,

and the perp was apprehended.

How we going to handle this?

I'm not sure we really need
to handle anything.

He's a private citizen
who stepped up

and prevented an armed robbery.

Which gives him another
victory lap in the media.

And if he announces
he's bucking to be NYPD,

any choice you have
in the matter

is drowned out in the cheers.

I never had any choice.

It's a law
passed by the city council.

Who have been known
to seize opportunity

to grandstand for themselves.

City council
could make an exception for him.

This thing kind of has
a life of its own now.

Boss, I could talk to Phillips.

- And say what?
- And say,

"Please keep your trap shut"

so you can make the decision
yourself.

Well, I won't say "trap shut."

More like
"show you the courtesy."

That might work.

But asking a Marine

who's risked his life
for all of us

to keep his trap shut so that...

Show you courtesy.

So that I can save face?

All in favor?

I talked to McNichols.

- Mm-hmm.
- The fight

between her and Berner was
about her kid's hockey team.

Kids hockey? I don't know if
that makes it better or worse.

Well,
McNichols' daughter

is the only girl on the team,
and apparently Berner's been

taking away her playing time

- for no other reason.
- Sounds like one side of the story.

You have no idea...

You have no idea

- what she's been through, Jamie.
- What do you mean?

McNichols' ex-husband
used to beat her.

I think she's still recovering,

no matter how brave
a face she puts on.

That's horrible.

But what has that got to do
with Berner and kids hockey?

McNichols is trying to set a
strong example for her daughter.

And the way

that Berner's treating her
and her kid,

I think that's a trigger.

I'm very sorry to hear that,
and I hope she's okay,

but frankly,
it doesn't change anything.

Of course it does.
You can't punish her for this.

The law doesn't care
what's happening

in her personal life.
It's assault.

It's black-and-white.
And to be honest,

it sounds like McNichols
knew her audience.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Means I think

she knew
how to make it personal to you.

Well, maybe it is personal.

And maybe you
should get your nose

out of the state penal law
and focus on actual people

- for once. 'Cause first you're having us
- Hey.

Salute the front desk for
no reason, and now this.

And you know what,
Jamie? There's a reason

the two of us don't have friends

in this precinct.

Has nothing to do with me.

Talked to the victim's
friends and family.

I did all the interviews

that should've been done
the first time around.

- What'd they have to say about Williams?
- The whole spectrum.

Some think he killed her.
Some think he's innocent.

That's helpful.

What I do know is
there's a consensus

on whose baby Julia
was pregnant with,

and it wasn't Williams.

Well, who is it?

Guy named Maurice Bell.

I had the crime lab
reprocess a bunch of stuff

out of Williams' car, and
guess whose DNA came back?

- Maurice Bell?
- Bingo.

It's amazing what happens when
people actually do their job.

Can DNA tell us
he's definitely the father?

Mom wasn't far enough along

when she was killed, so the
M.E. couldn't get a sample.

Rumor mill is all we got.

We got an address on this guy?

What can I do for you guys?

You were best friends
with Ty Williams, is that right?

Haven't heard that name
in a long time.

But yeah, years ago.

And were you close
with his girlfriend, too?

Julia?

I guess.

You guess? Or you were?

Yeah. We were close.

Close enough
to maybe get her pregnant?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Buddy.

What are you saying?

No. Course not.

Maybe you already had a girl,
and you were seeing her

on the side. You didn't want
anyone to find out.

The hell is going on here?

Why are you bringing up Julia?
That was,

- like, ten years ago.
- So, there was

- something between you two.
- No.

No way.

We found your DNA
in Ty Williams' car.

The same car
that hit and killed Julia.

Maybe you got Julia pregnant.

You didn't want to ruin
the good thing you had here,

so you took her out.

We were best friends.

Of course I was in his car.

I thought that case was closed.

I bet you'd like
to keep it that way, too, huh?

Look, I was in Lancaster, PA,

the night Julia was killed.

God rest her soul.

I had nothing
to do with it.

And I'm not saying anything else
without a lawyer.

Tommy Reinhart?

Yeah.

Detective Reagan. My
partner, Detective Baez.

Where's Issraa?
She called in sick,

asked us to cover.

We heard

about what happened
with your son, Jimmy.

Must've been very
tough on you.

Going away for
all those years,

then you finally get out,
discover that he's gone.

Yeah.

Crushed me.

Mm.
Wanting

to be a better father for him
is the only thing

that kept me going
on the inside.

Did you go looking for him
after you got out?

Course I did.

What Kelli did was horrible.

Giving away our child
without even telling me?

- Tore my heart out.
- It's understandable.

What did you do
when you found out

- that Kelli gave Jimmy up for adoption?
- Honestly?

Cried.

But I've accepted
that he's gone.

Hopefully, now
he'll live a better life

than I could ever give him.

Where were you Tuesday morning
between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m.?

Tuesday. Uh...

I would've been down the block
at St. Mary's, the soup kitchen.

Anyone that can verify that?

Dana runs the place.
You talk to her.

We will.

Why you guys want to know
where I was?

Because Jimmy's gone missing.

What?

You knew that, didn't you?

I do now.

Yeah.

Look who decided to come down
from Mount Olympus.

Take it easy.
We're here for your help.

Oh, really?
You-you want my help?

I want to hear her say it.

Pretty please
with a cherry on top.

How can I be of service?

We've hit a wall
looking into your client's case.

Because your office did
a terrible job the first time.

You're right.

We had to redo
a lot of the casework.

Look, testimonies change
in a couple of days,

let alone ten years, so...

So you want my resources
from way back when?

Uh-huh.

Well, lucky for you,

I'm a bit more thorough
than you A.D.A.s.

We better get started.

My client didn't have
an alibi, but...

Yeah, so,
we have another angle.

Um, Maurice Bell.

Maurice?
What about him?

We like him for
this murder.

He and Williams were buddies.
I'm pretty sure I ruled him out

- as a suspect.
- Well, maybe you weren't as thorough

as you think you were, Michael.

Let's get started, shall we?

Long story short,
the city council

approved an exception
to the age limit

for Captain Phillips to join up.

Any strings attached?

No strings, really.
More like loose ends.

The final decision is up to you.

Boss, I been thinking.

42 is like the new 30.

Isn't that what they say?

No. No one says that.

Well, they say
something like that, right?

And you're still
against bringing him on?

But I seem to be a lone voice
shouting into the void.

Well, I'm listening.

I just don't see
how a combat Marine's skill set

translates
to a modern-day New York cop's.

I do see a front-page story.
Starts,

"He survived three tours
as a Marine in Fallujah

and three days
as a cop in New York,"

God forbid it went south.

That's a grim outlook,
even for you.

But what if the very thing

that makes him
an effective Marine

does make him an effective cop?

Why would that be
counter intuitive?

I'm with the boss here.
Big surprise.

He clearly has the reflexes
and the sharp eyes

for seeing 360 degrees
around a problem.

Proved that twice
in three days already.

All true.

What am I missing, Garrett?

Law of averages.

The enemies on our streets
hide in plain sight

among eight million
innocent civilians.

He's batting a thousand so far.

But nobody bats a thousand
for long.

He's earned our consideration.

Hey, Pop.

I brought some yams.

Want to put them
in the fridge?

Wherever there's room.

Everything good?

Yeah.

So, uh, this is not

the classic Reagan cry for help?

I mean, yams?

What's going on?

Two cops in my precinct
got into a brawl.

Turns out it was
over their kids' hockey team.

Did it draw a crowd?
No.

I was the only one
who saw it, but...

the aggressor is a sergeant
who has 19 years on the job.

That's close to retirement age.

Yeah.

And you don't know
whether or not to report them.

Law says I have to.

But she's a single mom,

and if I take official action,
she could lose everything.

Part of moving up
the chain of command

is making
these kind of decisions.

They're never black-and-white.

But what's the point of the law

if I just pick and choose
when to follow it?

Sometimes leadership
means trusting your own judgment

above anything else.

Mm-hmm.

These are real people.

Eddie said the same thing.
There's a reason

you came to me
and not to your father on this.

You wanted my answer, not his.

Your mind was made up before
you walked through that door.

I don't know. Maybe.
Jamie,

great leaders

don't lead
according to words on a page.

Great leaders
lead with their heart.

Can't believe Tommy's alibi

- actually checked out.
- It is thin.

The soup kitchen was packed.
He could've slipped out

the back door
for an hour at any time.

- Nobody would've noticed.
- Either this guy's

putting on a show, or he
became Gandhi in prison.

Whatever he's selling,

- his P.O.'s buying it.
- Yeah,

like reverse Stockholm syndrome.

Though I do have to admit,
the stuff he said about his kid

and wanting to be a better dad,
that did ring true.

Hey, Detectives.

It's okay. Let her in.

What's the matter?

Somebody dropped that off
at my house today.

Looks like somebody took
him to Albie's Ice Cream.

No, look at the back.

Let's go.

Tommy missed his meeting
with Issraa.

She hasn't been able
to reach him.

We should've arrested Tommy
when we had the chance.

On what charge?

We didn't have anything then.
Frankly, we still don't.

Well, maybe
there's some connection

with this ice cream spot.

- Where did he grow up?
- Astoria.

But he did take two collars
in high school

one summer here
in Gerritsen Beach.

Well, maybe
he's got family there.

I'll check for any Reinharts,

but even if he does,
it's a gamble.

Rather send the local precinct
to the ice cream shop

so we can stay
one step ahead of Tommy

instead of one step behind.

- What can I do for you?
- Detective Reagan and Baez.

We're looking for a
Mr. Reinhart. Does he live here?

- Yes.
- We need to speak to him

about his son, Tommy.

Oh, they just headed out
for the afternoon.

Mr. Reinhart and Tommy?

No, Tommy and his son, Jimmy.

You mind if we come in?

Mr. Reinhart.

Hello?
These detectives

are looking
for Tommy and Jimmy.

They went to Jane's Carousel.

- A carousel?
- Yeah.

The big one down in DUMBO.

I was telling Jimmy

we Reinharts have been
going there for generations.

Looks cool.

- I went to surf class.
- Yeah? What beach?

Uh, Rock away, I think.

- Oh, fun.
- Uh, I go... I love surfing.

I did some surfing last summer.

I really enjoyed it.

Hear the airplanes coming
from LaGuardia?

- Get to be...
- Hey, Tommy.

Who are they?

They're friends.

All right? No
need to worry.

Step over here.
Come with me, Jimmy.

Everything's fine.
All right? He's okay.

Just keep your hands where I can
see them and relax, all right?

Please, don't do this
in front of my son.

I don't want this to be
the last memory he has of me.

You knew we were
coming, didn't you?

I wasn't trying to run from you.
Just wanted to spend

a little more time with Jimmy,
that's all.

So, why didn't you just ask
someone if you could see him?

Think they let me anywhere
near him? I'm an ex-con.

When I found out
my dad was dying,

I just wanted us
to all be together.

So you kidnapped him?

It's not like
there's anything left for me

on the outside anyway.

Not anymore.

At least now he knows who I am.

This version of me.

If you want to say goodbye,
now's your chance.

Go ahead.

Come here, bud.

I really missed you, pal.

But I got to go away again.

I'm sorry I can't
stay with you anymore.

Wh-Where are you going?

Be good for your mom, okay?

Come on, Jimmy.

Come on.

Thank you.

You had relations
with the victim

that resulted
in an unwanted pregnancy.

And you say you were

not in New York.
Is that right?

That last part's true.

And during
the initial investigation,

you never gave an alibi.

I never had to because
I was never a suspect.

Right,

and now you're saying you were
in Lancaster, Pennsylvania?

Yeah. That's right.

Home of puppy mills
and the Amish.

Pretty obscure place

to have been, no?

Well, what's even more strange

is that even though
you didn't speak to the cops,

you did speak
to Williams' defense attorney,

and he has you on record

saying you were in New York.

I said that?

Sure did.

Week after Julia was murdered.

I can't remember
where I was yesterday,

let alone ten years ago.

You can't remember
where you were

the night your best friend's
girl was murdered?

The same woman
you were sleeping with?

The same woman that was carrying
your unborn child?

Maybe your wife will remember.

She was your girlfriend
back then, that right?

Don't say a word.

Y'all are so sure
Williams is innocent.

But you don't have a clue
who you're dealing with.

Maurice, please.

Whether or not you think
Williams whacked his girl...

...he's done far worse
than that.

You got to be kidding me.

Nope. My nose and I are out.

- I spoke with Captain Espinoza.
- McNICHOLS: What the hell?

Jamie, you talked to Espinoza?

Even Berner didn't rat.

Didn't want to get rocked
in the face again

- by Sergeant McKnuckles.
- I'm gonna lose my pension.

- No, you're not.
- Yeah, I am.

What are you talking about?

You're gonna be riding
with Officer Berner

for the next month.

- Wait, what?
- Wait, what?

Yeah, boss thought
that your pitch

for mentor-mentee tours
was a great idea.

You're kidding me.

Turns out you guys
will have a lot of time

to work this thing out.

Oh, this is great. I mean,
it's terrific. Truly.

Get punched in the face
and get rewarded

by driving the person
who did it. Awesome.

That's not all.
What else?

We get to cook dinner
for each other,

- maybe sing a little "Kumbaya"?
- McNICHOLS: See?

Don't you want
to punch him, too?

You guys will be riding together

for your Thursday night
tour of duty.

Uh, I don't have
a Thursday night tour of duty

- this week.
- You do now.

That's hockey night.

Is it?

Well, who's gonna coach?

Come on.

We're gearing up
for the playoffs.

For God's sake.

The kids are nine years old.
Something tells me

one of the other parents will
be able to step in like you did.

Thanks, Reagan.

And, you know, it's wrong
what they say about you.

You don't have a stick
up your ass...

all the time.

Yeah?
You sure about that?

Good luck at the game.
Tell your daughter

I said to flaunt her flow.

Flaunt her flow?

Really?

Too much time around you,
I guess.

Dinner at Luger's tonight?

Dinner? I'm already thinking
about dessert.

So, the town council
has offered me

a waiver on the age limit
in your case.

That's great news.

It's rare

that they offer me anything
but a sharp stick in the eye.

But it is you who earned

their consideration, not me.

I was in the right place
at the right time.

Or the wrong place if you're
those criminals, I guess.

Yeah.

Exactly.

Uh, my signals are jammed.

How so?

I can't tell if I'm at a wedding
or a funeral.

One of, uh,

my company C.O.s back then

had a saying.
Probably kept some of us alive.

Fight the fight,
not the fight plan.

- Sounds right.
- Yeah.

And it was, believe me.

Until I got to the NYPD.

Where you fight the fight plan?

Well, where the enemy

doesn't wear an enemy uniform.

The guy on the subway platform,

you took one look at him,
and you knew.

Yes.

But there's a guy
on the next platform,

looks just like him.

And that guy's a decent man
who's down on his luck

and wouldn't hurt a fly.

I feel like I can
tell the difference.

Yeah. But when you miss,

we don't bury it

as collateral damage
around here.

These days, our mistakes
make the nightly news

along with multiple videos

for all the world to see.

And judge.

So we have a fight plan.

99% of the time,

our job is not to fight a war

but to keep the peace.

I understand.

99% of cops
never once fire their weapon

in the line of duty.

Their whole careers, they don't.

I think

I would be doing you
a disservice

by granting your request.

Little like making Jeff Gordon

a school bus driver.

Be a great photo op,

but what a waste

of an extraordinary talent.

So, that's that?

No.

Not at all.

That's just my reasoning.

Feel free to push back.

It is important to me

that you understand.

Seriously?

But just with words.

I'm too old
for those lightning reflexes.

I can't say that I agree
with your reasoning,

but...

I guess that's pretty obvious.

But I'd be showing disrespect

if I did push back.

I'd be saying that I know
better than you about this,

and I can't say that.

So...

It's an honor to have met you.

The honor's mine, Captain.

Would you do me a favor?

If I can.

I'm meeting my son Danny
for dinner.

We would love
to have you join us.

I'd like that. Thank you.

P.J. Clarke's, 1900 hours.

Sir, yes, sir.

So, you got to meet Captain
Phillips? What was he like?

A credit to the Marines.

And I'm guessing he wants to be
a credit to the NYPD?

Oh, he wants to join up?

Yes, he does.

I could show him the ropes.

Whoa.

- So, what'd you tell him?
- Well,

we decided the NYPD
wasn't a good fit for him.

We?

I did.

And it's not sitting very well.

You feel guilty
about turning him away?

I have learned not to
second-guess calls like that.

Like you did

with Witten when you
let her back on the job?

Not really the same, Eddie.

Feels like you are
second-guessing, though.

Not all Marines are
wired to be cops,

despite the fact that

we'd all love
to believe otherwise.

You can't let guilt stop you

- from making the hard decisions.
- Well,

I thought that
listening to your guilt

was the whole thing
with you Irish Catholics.

Wrestling with it is.

Looking around this table,

I can see there's
plenty of that

going on.

You know what I'm wondering?

Do people change?

Or are we just who we are?

I think people can learn
from their mistakes.

- Start new chapters.
- Eh.

Not so much.
I've changed.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I used to hate yams.

God.

Dad, are you worried
Captain Phillips

couldn't change?

Is that why you didn't
want him on the job?

No. I wasn't
wondering about him.

I was wondering about me.

You mean if you've changed?

Couple of years ago,
I would've been proud

to have him on the job.

Now I've sent a man away

who's cut from the same cloth

as almost everyone
at this table.

Well, we all got to make choices
we don't like sometimes, Dad.

Unfortunately,
you have to do it

a little bit more
than most of us.

Yeah, I know.

I'm just finding it harder
and harder to live with them.

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